Chapter 722: First meeting Yalandlan

"Just wait for me. One day, I will build a dwarf fortress that can fly to Kurast."

It was obvious that my words had stimulated some of Muradin's nerves. He was so angry that his beard was trembling, and he couldn't help but promise loudly.

"I, Muradin, will definitely be able to transform the Dwarf King's City into a sky fortress that can fly anywhere, even without relying on the thunder of the God's Punishment Mountains. When the time comes, let's see who doesn't accept the title of the First Fortress of Darkness.

"

"Oh, my wish is really beautiful."

Everyone applauded and sincerely blessed Muradin for his great wish. It is indeed true that those who have dreams will become more beautiful. At this time, Muradin's ugly and shrinking brown face has become more beautiful.

One... uh, one more... that... handsome, um, handsome for sure.

Sorry, I lied.

In comparison, without dreams, I look so small, almost half as tall as Muradin.

"By the way, Old Man Mu, when you talk about the transformation, you don't think you want to dismantle some of the other defense and attack facilities."

I suddenly remembered that the Dwarf King City is a great crystallization made by countless generations of dwarf craftsmen over tens of thousands of years, squandering the blood, sweat and life of the gate. Even if Old Man Mu is very, very, very unexpectedly a genius blacksmith, it is impossible to say that it is perfect.

"This...how is this possible? Why do you think so? Of course it's impossible, ahahaha, ahahahaha~~"

Everyone: "..."

This guy really planned to do this. Looking at Muradin who tried his best to pretend to be stupid and try to fool me after I told him the truth, we thought that his tall image only lasted less than ten seconds in our hearts.

It is crushed into a pile of non-recyclable garbage.

"Your son and the ten elders will kill you."

Although I really wanted to see this old winter melon being crucified and burned, I still reminded him out of the standpoint of friendly races.

"Huh, I said no, I just can't, it's just... I just lack some materials." Muradin retorted angrily.

"What material?" I continued to ask step by step.

"That... material that allows the Dwarf King's City to obtain energy even without relying on the power of lightning."

Avoiding everyone's gaze, he muttered guiltily, as if he was afraid that I would continue to ask questions, and then added.

"This is a top-secret plan of our dwarves, and I can only reveal it to you so far."

"Oh~~!"

Everyone showed a surprised expression.

"I know how to defeat the Three Demon Gods!"

As if I suddenly thought of some great idea, I jumped up, clenched my fists and said loudly.

"oh?!"

Everyone trembled, and all looked at him questioningly.

"It's just that there is still one kind of material missing."

Pretending to be deep in thought, I pinched my chin, showing an unwilling look on my face, as if I was only one step away from completing the task, but I was stuck on this small step.

"What materials are missing?" The old drunkard pretended to be stupid and innocent, and came up to ask.

"An artifact that can defeat the three demon gods."

I looked solemnly into the distance and sighed.

"Wahahahaha~~~!!"

After the atmosphere solidified for a moment, I, an old drunkard, unscrupulously hugged my stomach and laughed wantonly.

"You two bastards, you'd better not come to the Dwarf King's City for me in the future."

Muradin finally realized that he was obviously at a numerical disadvantage with one to two. In addition, the old drunkard and I were not good at talking. If we really wanted to join forces, it was definitely not as simple as the power of one plus one.

So this guy finally learned his lesson and left behind a cruel sentence that was more funny than practical, like turning around and saying to the people behind him, "I'll wait and see" when he was running away in panic.

I wisely chose to keep my mouth shut, no matter how provocative the old drunkard and I were, we would never speak again.

This is just a small happy episode, and Muradin is the only one who is depressed. However, this guy is so thick-skinned, maybe the depressed expression on his face now is just a pretense, which makes Elder Leman unbearable, so that he can

I'll just have a few more bowls of rice and a few more jars of rum secretly stored by the elves later.

I moved my eyes away from Muradin's hypocritical depressed expression. To my surprise, I found Kane, who had been smiling and watching the "Winter Melon Rolling" action, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

What is Kane missing? After thinking about it for a moment, I understand that this is not a particularly difficult thing to guess.

Apart from what we just discussed, I really can't figure out why Kane suddenly became depressed.

The elves have a royal magic circle, the dwarves have a dwarf royal city, and even the Horadric clan has its own absolute magic circle. Although the werewolves and foxes have nothing special, the harsh environment there is already a natural layer.

Protective cover.

In contrast, the Adventurers Alliance, which is currently the largest force in the Dark Continent, has no outstanding masterpieces. As the alliance's base camp, the First World Rogge Camp only relies on the most primitive means for defense.

This situation is definitely not because the alliance is weak and only relies on numerical superiority and human sea tactics.

Regarding this situation, we have nothing to be ashamed of. On the contrary, we should hold our heads high and be prouder than any other race.

Because for tens of thousands of years, the Alliance has been standing at the forefront of the resistance against the forces of hell for tens of thousands of years. Although other races have made contributions, who dares to say that they have contributed more than the Alliance?

Whose blood is the red soil in the Blood Wilderness dyed red with? Those are the warriors of our alliance!

Let's look back at history. During the first hell invasion, most of human society was almost paralyzed. The Human Holy See, which was at the top of the human pyramid and was the most powerful organization in the Dark Continent, became history from then on.

However, with the sacrifice of a certain human warrior, we destroyed the World Stone of the third world and cut off the way for the hell forces to enter the first and second worlds, so that the creatures on the entire continent could get a moment of respite.

After thousands of years of development, the intelligent life on the continent finally gained a firm foothold and gained a certain degree of dominance in this battle. From this, great figures such as the Seven Heroes emerged one after another, and their legendary stories are still well-known to every household today.

, it’s just that there are many different versions in a subtle way.

Of course, behind this kind of tranquility, the greatest contributor was the Adventurer Alliance formed by several heroes after the first hell invasion.

Then something happened. The Horadric tribe had integrated into the alliance and became a member of the alliance. Two thousand years ago, a genius named Tarasha appeared. He was the first human being to successfully seal the three demon gods.

, Unfortunately, this situation only lasted for less than a few hundred years. The three demon gods escaped from trouble. Under the tide of their anger, Tarasha was dismembered and sealed, and the entire alliance suffered another catastrophic blow.

Finally, time has continued to the present.

This is a simple summary of the history of the Dark Continent for tens of thousands of years. If we want to truly describe it one by one, I am afraid that Princess Sanwu’s room has surpassed the definition of a study and can be described as a huge space like a library (half of which is H reading material).

I can't even pretend to be it.

Even so, much of the history during this period is still unclear, such as who was the savior who destroyed the World Stone, what method Tarasha used to seal the three demon gods one by one, and how the three demon gods escaped from trouble.

?All of this information is missing.

In short, this is not something that our alliance should be worth losing. If it had not experienced two large-scale cleanses by the forces of hell, the foundation of our alliance would definitely not be much worse than that of the elves, dwarves and other races.

Looking at Kane's disappointed expression, I thought like this, then I took a few steps forward and gently put my hand on his shoulder. When I touched him, I discovered that this man could turn the crutch in his hand into a three-section stick.

He was an old man who could not be compared to Farah. His shoulders were very thin and old, as if there was a weight of ten thousand kilograms on them, and they were shaking slightly from time to time.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Kane, don't we also have the most outstanding things in our league?"

I gently suppressed the emotion and sadness in my heart and said to Kane who turned around.

"Sister Sharna, Carlos, Seattle, Grandma Akara, Grandpa Kane, and countless lovely adventurers, these are the most precious support of the alliance and cannot be lost to any race.

"

"well said."

The corners of Kane's eyes were a little moist. After taking a deep breath, he nodded lightly towards me and smiled.

"However, if Wu you have more confidence in yourself, it will be even more perfect."

"Well, ahha~ahhaha~~~"

I grabbed the back of my head and avoided Kane's gaze. Confidence is not always a good thing. Every time I gain more confidence, the responsibility on my shoulders will more than double.

"What about me? You kid, you ignored me on purpose, right?"

Seeing that she was not mentioned in my words at all, the old drunkard suddenly became unhappy. With a shameless face of "I am also a great contributor to the alliance, why am I the only one ignored?", he pointed at himself and yelled at me.

shouted.

"you?"

I looked at each other with contempt.

"The day you turn it into fertilizer for the flowers and plants in Rogge's camp, it will be the only contribution you have ever made in your life."

In fact, the contribution of the old drunkard is definitely no less than that of Akara and the others. Let’s not talk about what kind of work she did before. Just look at Sister Sharna, Carlos, and Seattle after serving as an elder in the alliance. Of course, I can also be considered a half.

You can know all of them, as they were all taught by her.

Of course, if you know you know, you definitely can't tell the truth. If she gets complacent, who knows how many people will suffer.

"What did you say? Don't forget who taught you what you have achieved now."

The old drunkard looked at me with his teeth and claws bared, as if if you don't say something nice, my master will kill off all relatives and clean up the family today.

"Really? Even if you are telling the truth, I have also taught tuition fees, so we don't owe each other anything."
To be continued...